THE HEALING HEART: Military and Pregnancy Romance

by Zelda Clemens

  In the darkness, she could still see Ian’s face fall. “Sort of. Five of the eight missing were various people from our feuding families being kept as prisoners of war. The three that are dead were humans that got in the way.”

  “Humans that you were supposed to protect because it’s your family’s job.” Michael reminded Ian. “Wasn’t it the Lyall wolves that attacked them? The regal Lyall wolves giving all of us a bad name? He smirked his signature smirk. What normally made Maya’s heart skip a beat was full of cockiness.

  “Okay, OKAY!” Maya exclaimed. “Enough with the arguing. Please.” Maya thought about keeping what she was thinking to herself, but hearing them go back and forth was making her sick. “That clearing, where the party is. That’s no man’s land, isn’t it? Or if it isn’t, it’s on the border of Lowell land because people were watching Ian when he arrived. I’ve seen it before. I’ve seen you as wolves before too. At least I think I have.”

  “What are you talking about Maya?” Michael asked.

  “I had a dream. I saw things that didn’t make sense. But they do now.”

  Ian and Michael stared at each other again, their faces full of surprise. For the first time all night it wasn’t with anger or concern, but it was almost surprise or awe.

  “There was a prophecy that foretold that such thing would occur. Almost as long as these families have been on North American soil.” Ian said stunned, almost trance-like.

  “Could this story get any crazier?” Maya exclaimed. “If there was a full moon, I’d demand that you turn into a wolf. Go ahead, tell me this prophecy.”

  This time, it was Michael that answered. He also sounded shocked as he explained the tale. “There is to be a human that will bind the families. That will stop the feuding. She will understand her purpose through a dream.”

  “Let’s say that it’s true, let’s say that I’m the one to end this feud, and honestly, I’d be happy to not hear you fighting or have the people in my town scared out of their wits. What, pray tell, is my purpose?” Suddenly neither of the guys wanted to look her in the eye. They stared at their shoes or into the night. Maya already had a feeling that she knew what they were going to say, but she pushed them anyway. “Tell me.”

  Ian cleared his throat uncomfortably. “The human’s purpose is that of pleasure. She is to be a concubine.”

  *****

  Maya felt foolish for staring at Ian and Michael with her mouth hanging open but this night, hell the whole entire week was unbelievable. The dream that had shocked her and embarrassed her it had been a warning, a preview of what was to come.

  “Is that what you want of me?” She murmured. “To belong to you both?” She swallowed hard at putting herself in such a position. But deep in her heart, she knew that this was why she couldn’t make the difficult decision to love only one of them. It was not her choice; somehow she was involved in this feud just as much as they were.

  “The prophecy says that if the heirs are satisfied, then the families will keep the peace. The humans that reside near these woods will not be harmed. “

  Maya thought of the hysterics of the people in her town. How they were living in fear, of how they were ready to kill every single wolf in a hundred-mile radius if that was what it took to keep people from disappearing. If her being intimate with the men in her life helped the greater good, she was willing to do it. Maya was coming to the conclusion that she was a selfish person who didn’t know how to control her urges. What better way to take care of herself while she was able to take care of those around her, those that didn’t even know about werewolves or peace treaties?

  “Don’t let the ginger pressure you.” Michael attempted to comfort. “You have no ties to us. You don’t have to do anything you are uncomfortable with.”

  Maya shut her eyes once more and willed herself to find strength. “Michael please.” She whispered. “I do have ties with you. If I don’t do this, you will continue to fight, and I don’t want to see you harmed by ignorant humans or each other. I accept.” She finally let her voice and body tremble as she became wrought with emotion. “How do we fulfill this prophecy?” She remembered her dream, she knew the answer, but something made her ask anyway. “Do you take turns?”

  It seemed impossible for Ian to look any more uncomfortable than he had during the course of the evening, but his jaw set further and he brow furrowed as he attempted to stammer the words. “It must be consummated altogether.”

  Maya nodded, not surprised in the least. Now she understood why she seemed to remember the rangers cabin. She knew now what was going to happen inside. Without a word she approached the old building and walked up the rickety steps. She reached for the tarnished brass doorknob, and it turned, the door groaning on its hinges.

  The dark room was exactly how she remembered it. It was bare with the exception of a desk pushed into the corner of the room. The moonlight from a waning moon cast shadows across the floorboards. Maya turned around to find Ian and Michael standing close to the door. Ian shut it behind them. The squeaking door caused the silence that followed to be almost painful.

  “Lowell, when it comes time to take her, you can have her first.” Ian offered. “You knew her first.”

  Michael nodded once before he stared into Maya’s eyes. “Are we really doing this?”

  The fact that it mirrored her dream gave her the chills. This was indeed mean to happen. She nodded her head quickly, trying to quell her nerves. “This is what I want.”

  Just like he was on replay Ian went to stand behind her. “Then who are we to refuse?”

  It was time. Maya knew that she wouldn’t be interrupted by her sister this time. It was truly happening.

  *****

  Maya decided that she wanted what happened to her next to be different than what she had seen in her dream. If she was going to experience a threesome in the flesh, she wanted to savor it, and she wanted to be in control of her destiny.

  Instead of letting Ian take off her clothes, she removed them herself. Though her hands trembled, she pulled them off on her own. Once she was completely naked, she stood before them as proudly as she could and let them take in her wavy blonde hair and beautiful hourglass shaped body. Though the men were from different clans, though they might have had their differences, they stared at Maya with awe and desire. But before they could put their hands on her, she strode to Michael and began to kiss him fiercely as she undid the buttons on his flannel shirt.

  Kissing him was easy; it was just like it had been that night after her date or that night by their cars. Once his shirts were gone, she unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them to the floor. Just when Michael looked like he might become ravenous, she turned from him and made her way across the room to Ian, where she gave him the same treatment. She kissed him and found that he was more aggressive than he had been earlier in the night. Soon the trio was completely naked, and Maya was ready to take things into her own hands once more, and as she dropped to her knees, she couldn’t help but smirk. She was literally going to be taking things into her own hands.

  “Come here,” She instructed.

  When both men obeyed, she looked at their strong manhoods and tried her best to not feel intimidated. She started off easy, caressing Michael and Ian with each of her hands. When they began to respond she once more turned her attention first to Michael, not just because Ian had given permission, but because of the two, she was more comfortable around him. She peered up at him before kissing his member. While she continued to pump her hand around Ian, she took Michael into her mouth and began to bob up and down, not falling into a rhythm as to keep him on his toes. One minute, she would go as fast and as deep as she could, the next she would go slow and use her tongue to draw patterns on him. She’d alternate until he hissed and even groaned with pleasure.

  Making sure that he wasn’t feeling neglected, Maya turned her attention to Ian. Knowing that he would be expecting a similar performance to what he just witnessed with Michael, Maya made sure to chan
ge up her technique. This time, she started out slow and attempted to take as much of his penis into her mouth as she could manage without choking, eventually increasing the speed until she focused primarily on his tip, and tried to use enough pressure to make Ian want to lose it.

  There was one thing about her dream coming to fruition that made her feel very proud. In both realms, she loved the way it felt to pleasure a man, and she couldn’t believe that while she took care of one with her mouth that there was yet another that was enjoying what she was doing with her hands.

  Knowing that she didn’t want to all the work, she eventually let them both free and laid down on the floor. She pushed her hips up in offering as she laid with her arms above her head. She let her eyes do the talking, she didn’t know where this confidence was coming from, but she ran with it. Michael knelt on the floor beside her as he cupped her breasts, continuing what he had started a few nights earlier. Ian made his way down to where she had spread her legs and very carefully he touched her close to her entrance until he finally placed two of his fingers inside of her and mimicked what would be happening to her shortly.

  Maya laid there with her eyes shut and rode the waves of pleasure. She could feel the arousal in her body growing, and she reveled in the fact that she wouldn’t have to hold back. She could be as loud as she wanted with no fear of judgment. So when she began to feel hot, and Ian’s fingers began to slide in and out of her with ease, she let him know that she liked it. She mewed and moaned when Michael finally bent over her chest and kissed and licked her breasts.

  Why had she been ashamed of this? God, she’d never been more ready for something in her life.

  Maya wiggled away from her lovers and sat up, catching her breath for a moment. “How are we going to do this?” She gasped.

  “Ladies choice,” Ian offered as if waiting with bated breath for what she would decide.

  “Although, may I make a suggestion?” Michael said face flushed. “I’d prefer to not be super close to Lyall. Feud aside. I’d much rather focus on what you’re doing Maya.”

  “Fair enough,” Maya replied. “Michael, I will bend over, and you can take me from behind. “Ian I will go down on you until it is time to switch.

  Once they got into position, Maya couldn’t help but scream out with pleasure when Michael finally entered her. For a few minutes, she enjoyed the rush of finally feeling every bit of him, of finally getting past a mountain of desire. She hoped that she would get to experience this feeling again. After she was used to the rhythm, she took Ian into her mouth and the moments that followed were both ecstasy-filled and utterly surreal.

  Michael made love to her until Maya could feel herself reaching her climax, she was reaching her peak and just like she had enjoyed having power over her lovers, Michael, in turn, seemed to enjoy being able to take care of her. Maya was nearly shocked by the way she screamed when she reached her climax. Michael’s thrusting had become so fast that she thought for sure that he would have been right behind her, but he pulled out of her, and the men quickly changed places.

  Ian felt different, but in a way that still made Maya cry out as he slid every inch of himself into her womanhood. Where Michael had been consistent, Ian was full of tricks. He thrust in and out, he swiveled his hips, and soon Maya was cursing because it felt so undeniably good that she knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

  She removed Michael from her mouth as hissed. “I want to finish you both.”

  “Not before I finish you first.” Ian murmured behind her. “It wouldn’t be fair if one heir brings you pleasure, but not the other.”

  Maya wasn’t sure if that was part of the prophecy or not, but she was not going to stop him from what was making her feel light headed and dizzy. Several moments later, it was too good to contain, and she screamed and began to speak in tongues as once more she tipped over the edge.

  She slid way from them for a few seconds so that she could move to her knees. The heirs made their way over to her, and she pumped both of their throbbing members with her hands until they groaned and reached climaxes of their own. Then all that was left was the panting. It was like everything that had happened was finally taking its toll on her. She felt exhausted and spent, but at the same time, she was unbelievably happy. Having sex with the both of them was like taking a weight off of her shoulders. If she hadn’t discovered the truth, it would have been more crushing than ever, because the pleasure that she had just felt would have made it harder to pick only one of them. Thank god that sometimes the truth was stranger than fiction.

  “What happens next?” She asked.

  “You go back to how things were,” Ian whispered. “You can decide when you want to be with either of us. We never have to meet like this again.”

  “How can we ever go back to the way things were?” Maya asked.

  Michael took her face in one of his hands and caressed her cheek. “It’s true, everything has changed. But the Lowell’s and Lyall’s will not fight. Not as long as you live.”

  *****

  “Have you heard? The five missing people were found in the woods last night?” An excited elderly woman said to Maya a few days later while she scanned her groceries.

  “I did hear that, so sad about the three that were found dead, though.” Maya didn’t have the heart to tell her that the five people that had been found were all a show for the humans. Or that they were actually werewolves that had been released from the adversary’s land. “You saved forty-five dollars. Have a great day! We all can, the woods of Whitney are safe!”

  As she watched the customer leave she smiled when thought of the Lowell’s and Lyall’s being adversaries. She was responsible for their peace treaty, though they would probably never see past their differences, and would be watching her until she took her dying breath. In the days since the three had made their consummation of the prophecy, she’d already seen black and red wolves watching her. She’d learned that her home sat on Lyall land, but that Catskill Grocery was on Lowell land so she’d seen red wolves outside her house and a black wolf lurking near the store. They were watching out for her, always guarding what belonged to them both.

  It was the time of the full moon so she was alone while her lovers dealt with their alternate forms. She wasn’t necessarily sad about this. As much as she was at peace with the fact that she had helped protect innocent lives, and that she didn’t have to make a difficult choice, she still had many questions.

  How was she going to explain to her mother that she had two boyfriends? Someday, how was she going to be able to explain that she couldn’t marry because the feud would probably start all over again? If she conceived a child who would it belong to? Would the Lyall’s and Lowell’s become one strange mutated family? Maya figured that she would have time to figure it out when it happened.

  “Maya, Maya, sweetie, you can shut down for your break.” Her manager smiled at her, completely unaware of the inner conversation she was currently having.

  “Great! Thank you!”

  Maya had bought a drink and a muffin from the bakery before she went up into the break room where she decided to check her phone. She wished there were text messages from her wolves but no such luck, they were stuck in their animal form until the moon began to change again.

  Maya was determined to look on the bright side. She had two men to compliment her in very different ways, she had two lovers to satisfy her needs in ways that she never knew were possible. Everything would find a way of working itself out. Now she found herself more inspired to work than ever. Not only did she need to finish paying for college, but she really needed to get her own place. There would be fewer questions that way.

  Even though she knew they wouldn’t be able to answer for a few days, she still typed out a text message and sent it to the both of them.

  Hope you are safe and looking forward to seeing you when you return.

  She smiled as she hit send. Who would have thought that a dream would have so much meaning? Who would ha
ve thought that her life would have come to this? She really was a human peace treaty.

  THE END

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  Bonus Story 12 of 44

  Kissing a Scoundrel

  Description

  Emily Crawford, a lady of means with a nerve ridden nature, never believed her father's business would be hers. She had assumed that as an only child to the late Lord Crawford the family estate would. When both are willed to Owen Harding, her father's younger business partner and well known scamp, Emily believes that her only chance at comfort or happiness is to achieve an acceptable marriage.

  How will she do that when her father's last words have also stipulated that Mister Harding, an adamant bachelor, will be joining her for the entirety of the social season? Will her nervous tendencies give away her anxious nature? Will she be able to ignore what he makes her feel?

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  A woman born to a particular rank, or status, is expected to take news, no matter how dissatisfactory, with a demure nod, or perhaps a fashionable turning of the head, and nothing else. The young Lady Crawford, fully aware of what was expected, attempted to do just this, but found that her hands would not quite cooperate. Nerves had always been her undoing.

  Emily was not sure that she could handle this. Between her father's sudden death and the funeral that followed, everything was changing far too quickly for her to handle. She felt a familiar frightened tickling at the back of her throat.

  Her father's study was suddenly too small. A strange occurrence as she had always thought it a well-appointed room, full of life and knowledge. It had also been her private sanctum when society had been too much for her, or when the bounds of politeness strained. She had always been able to find a certain comfort in the written word; the crackling of well-loved paper, and the scent of dry ink. In this moment, however, it was an inescapable prison.